I'd like to begin by saying that the food was pretty good. The delivery driver was offensive and challenged. Unable to do his job, he called three times because he didn't have a navigation unit, sense of direction or clue where East Johnson St. was. Apparently his phone was stolen so he didn't have navigation, and he thought I should sympathize for his loss. His poor attitude was the worst part.
My calzone dripped with grease, but I wasn't going for "healthy" on football Sunday. The tiramisu was a bit dry, but was still tasty.
I'm not sure I can try the place again.